Not that I want to be a god or a hero.
Just to change into a tree,
grow for ages,
not hurt anyone.
~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
poet and novelist (1911-2004)
A few minutes ago every tree was excited,
bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches
in glorious enthusiasm like worship.
But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life,
every fiber thrilling like harp strings,
while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.
No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples,
and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches,
the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.
The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of the wood,
have seen so many suns rise and set,
so many seasons come and go,
and so many generations pass into silence,
that we may well wonder what "the story of the trees"
would be to us if they had tongues to tell it,
or we ears fine enough to understand.
Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars...
and if you have eyes you will be able to see
that the whole existence is joyful.
Everything is simply happy.
Trees are happy for no reason;
they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents
and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. ~Osho
Alone with myself
the trees bend to caress me.
The shade hugs my heart.
“How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.”
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. ~ John Muir